Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of darkness, enter the style
rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like
I write twice and drop singles in record
Niggas I'm dunkin like cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
Niggas is weak an' and I to speakin
start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is to earth
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it down the shoot?

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that wages
befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears the nicest
because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words will enlight dome
When I'm quick to your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my will slaughter yours
waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your
It's the beef for black
When I, yes to subtract the wack
When I go track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a river makin you
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Black Thought through the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me my voice so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and
I swarm like killa bees for these fantasies
throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump preference
You can never to reach that where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And don't halt, I it was my fault
I came thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first New
to blessin it
The shit is like this, where the beat
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's like upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad nigga much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats I chop like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my beats can up
More data than X-File all added up
The educated from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like steam I rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
>From top notch cops to from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, to slaughter MC's
Who can't catch across the
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the shit
I pack shit but never like an automatic
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You might not get that but you I it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*